Childhood
There's Always Another Way. Content Warning.
Introduction This is a Seven Days In post from 2015, nine years back, about what I thought were anger issues. While many things annoy me I still don't get angry. In my workplaces the most anger I have seen has always been from men and was usually excused by "You know what they're like" or "But they're good at their job", for me neither is an excuse when the anger happens on a regular basis.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Confessions
To Be Alive: Introduction. Content Warning.
Ever since I was a little child I've known what its like to be unwanted. I can take a deep look into someones eyes and see the pity and disgust they have for me. They say eyes are the windows to the soul, and for many years I've learned how to read their souls and intentions.
By Somebody 3 years ago in Confessions
Letting go of the Past
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about my past, a lot. On my way to work, during work, after work, at night in my bed, all day long I am thinking of my past. I realize it’s not healthy to dwell on the past. I know it does not help anything to place blame on a childhood. I know all of this and yet my mind keeps going back to the past. The more I remember of my past, the more my present makes sense to me and perhaps this is why I am obsessed with the memories I am recovering. Still, I don't think this new obsession is helping me and so I want to let go of it. Can I let go of my past though?
By Lily3 years ago in Confessions
Being A Church Kid Until I Wasn't
There are bad kids and good kids. I’m one of the good kids. You know why? I’m a six-year-old little boy at St. John the Evangelist, the local Catholic school. Mom and dad plant us at church every Sunday, five pews from the front. Sister Mary Jude quizzes every Monday morning, asking what the Gospel was about at Mass the day before.
By Joe Guay - Dispatches From the Guay Life!!3 years ago in Confessions
Letter to Mrs. King
I remember Dr.King. Dr. King was my hero. I always loved history. He loved his family. And he had many friends. I want to be like him. He was a doctor for justice. He loved everybody. Mom and Dad taught me about many people from history. They were my first teachers. And my siblings helped too. I was glad starting school way back. And I loved going to the library. The library was my sanctuary. I would look at the pictures and try to figure out what they were doing and why. And occasionally I would look at Where is Waldo. But I was intrigue with the Civil Rights, seeing thee Dr. King and with his wife and children. And seeing him be tough and march for justice. In class we sung Dr. Martin Luther King was a great great great man. And he died for me and you all over this land. I love that song because I want to be just as great as Dr. King. I'm gonna be smart. I'm gonna wise. I'm gonna be special. That's what Mom and Dad said. Even my teachers said I love art class and music class. In art class I could do whatever I want. My teacher called me Little Davinci. Yup that's my name Davinci after the famous Renaissance Artist Davinci. I could paint, weave, draw and design. I was one of the best in my class. I did so well that I could do independent projects in elementary. So I study history, at age 6 I could draw all the famous people from history and Dad was an artist too. I would look them in the book from the library and just draw. One day I asked my teacher if I could draw Dr. King. And she said do you think you are that good. Do you believe in yourself. I said Mrs. Florence I believe I believe in myself. And so I tried and tried at home and at school. I did my chores and got back at drawing. I look at many pictures of Dr. King and really really really tried hard. And when I finally got it I showed Dad and he said I don't know. It's good but I don't know. I said I tried my best. And Dad said show grandpa. Grandpa said I don't know but it looks good. And so I told them that I would take it to my art teacher Mrs. Florence. At night I could bearly sleep because I was so happy. I was excited. I drew my hero Dr. King and it is to the best of my ability. Mom came into the room and sat on the bed and said I saw your drawing and you are really good. I can draw too. I will show you later how to doodle. And I said what is doodle. She said draw really really really really fast. And she said get some sleep. I finally went to sleep and I had a dream that my teacher liked it and the whole school liked it and they were gonna do something special. I was almost late for school the next day. Mom called for me three times. I was just sleepy waking up. I pick out my shirt and pants for school and washed up and showed Mom. Mom said I look cute and hug me and kiss me. And I left with Dad to school. Dad asked if I could show my drawing quickly to Mrs. Florence and I did. Mrs. Florence was shocked and said I was her best student. And she said it's a really great drawing. And she suggested I send it to Mrs. King. And Dad told me Mrs. King is Dr. Martin Luther King's wife. And I said I don't know how to write well. And Mrs. Florence said it is just like writing to your parents. And Dad told me to do it today and he would mail it. So at recess I wrote the draft then I finalized it. I wanted Mrs. King to think of me as smart and a good little boy who love Dr. King. So I wrote a really really long letter and sought my drawing of Dr. King. And waited for her reply. It was weeks and Mrs. Florence kept checking with me at art class. I was discouraged after sometime but then a package came from the King Center with a whole bunch of stuff from the King Center. And Mrs. King wrote in a letter for me to call the King Center to make sure I got the package. I showed my parents and grandparents and Grandpa said I could call over his house. So I dialed once then I dialed twice. And Mrs. King's secretary answered and I said who I am. And she congratulated me and asked if I really wrote that and drew that. She said it was very good and impressive. And she asked to speak to my parents. And Grandpa answered the phone and introduce himself. And that's my story of writing to a great, showing my artistry to a hero and being inspired at age ten to be like Dr. King
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous3 years ago in Confessions
LOVE DILEMMA
Love has its ups and downs, happy and sad times, just like any journey. It's a route that can take us through happy and difficult times, as well as periods of clarity and confusion. My personal experience with love has resembled a lovely woven masterpiece consisting of intricate layers, emotional moments, and relationships with other people.
By Annie3 years ago in Confessions
"Examining the Comparative Harm: Vaping vs. Smoking - A Look into Their Impact on Health"
In the United States and the United Kingdom, vaping has become a concerning issue, as it has infiltrated the lives of young people. One out of every five high school students in the US currently vapes, while 7% of kids aged 11 to 17 in the UK now engage in this practice. This number has nearly doubled in the last two years, making vaping more popular among young people than smoking cigarettes. However, with the recent news of vape-related deaths among young individuals, it is crucial to question whether vaping is worse than smoking cigarettes.
By Dreamweaver3 years ago in Confessions
How dare you to be different?
We live in a world of conformity, where there are different rules and regulations which govern how people are going to act and be. This conformity is basically in every single aspect of our lives, from your home, to your school, right through your job and even in your circle of friends. In all these places you are going to notice that there are rules which you need to abide by, for example at home even though you have a lot of freedom, there are still things you just can’t do. In the world as well, there is conformity enforced by the government and even society in general.
By real Jema3 years ago in Confessions
Under the Moon's Spell: The Journey from Eternal Twilight to Starlit Splendor
The twilight draped lazily over Arcadia, its hues soft and comforting. The townsfolk carried out their daily routines, their reverence for Artemis evident as they gathered at the chime of the nightingale's song. Every evening, they congregated in the central square, bowing in reverence to their guardian of the moon. Following their rituals, the women attended to the needs of the children while the men ventured into the lush forest to gather sustenance. As night descended, they gathered outdoors, illuminated by the gentle glow of Selene, indulging in the abundance of their harvest.
By hawk13 years ago in Confessions
Benefits of Women . Content Warning.
Around the world, feminism, a social and political movement that promotes gender equality, has drastically changed the lives of women. Feminism has empowered women and promoted a more just and equitable society by advocating for equal rights, opportunities, and treatment. It is clear from examining the many advantages of feminism for women and society as a whole that its influence extends beyond personal experiences to influence societal change and collective advancement.
By Nouman Yousaf3 years ago in Confessions
Nickelodeon: Learn from the dark, but Remember the light. Content Warning.
I have been the biggest Nickelodeon fan since I was a toddler. Some of my greatest memories as a little boy can be captured in the recollection of all the cartoons, sitcoms and young adult dramas that I binge watched on Nickelodeon in the late 90’s and early 2000’s. Even in my adulthood I’ve always looked at Nickelodeon as part of the penacle of what made life so great during my youth and I still love Nickelodeon culture to this day. Nearly a decade into my adulthood I started learning that there were scandalous secrets from behind the scenes that Nickelodeon was hiding. Over the course of the past couple weeks the details of these secrets have made their way to the public and everyone who loves Nickelodeon has been brought to their knees.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Confessions
